Y’all Some Of These Requests I’m Getting… I’m Gonna Be In A Meeting With My Boss, My Tumblr Up

Ok I have request where Chris Evans got nominated by a random movie. His florist or highschool teacher, reader was there to support him. He decided to propose to her in front of the celebs and everyone watching on tv

Happiest Man Alive

A/N: Sorry, I couldn't think of anything worse than being proposed to on international television. I’d say no out of pure angst of being asked like that. Sorry Chrissy. But this is still very cute! Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life.

Chris came into your shared bedroom, holding a zipped-up dress bag. 

 “It cameee.” He sang hovering over you in the bed. 

 “What came?” 

 “Your dress. For the Oscars this Saturday remember?”  

“What! Chris, I told you I was just gonna wear that black one in my closet, it’s perfectly fine.”

 “Yeah, I know, it’s a great dress but it’s dull. You weren’t made to blend into the crowd and besides I wanted to treat you.”  

You got up and took the bag from his hand. The dress felt heavy in your hand, and you wondered what he would of picked out. 

 “What if it doesn’t fit?”

 “I doubt it, was custom made to your measurements.” He smirked at you.

 “Chris! That would have costed hundreds if not thousands of dollars you can’t spend that much on me.”  

“Yeah, well too late I already did now come on go try it on!” Shoving you into your wardrobe and closing the door behind him.

 “I’m not opening this door until you put the dress on.”

 You sighed, hanging it up on the hook, you slowly unzipped the bag.

 You gasped when you glimpsed the first detail. 

 It was beautiful. The sheer body-hugging fabric was garnished in individual hand stitched flowers, embossed onto the dress. Each one different from the next sewed all the way to the floor and on the sleeves. 

(This dress but LONG)

Slowly, you took it off the hanger, stepping into the gown. 

 “I need some help with the zipper.” You called out to Chris

 He opened the door, frozen in his step when he saw you in it.

 “Wow.” He breathed out in whisper.

 Pulling your hair to the side, you turned your back on him. “A little help please.”

 “Of course, yeah… sorry.”

 His warm hands made contact with the skin of your back, pulling the zipper upwards smoothly. 

 “Perfect fit.” He whispered in your ear, turning you towards the mirror to look at yourself properly.

 “Florals for my florist.” He grinned

 “Chris, this is beautiful I don’t know what to say.”

 “Thank you is a good start.” He chuckled.

 You turned around to face him. Embracing him in a kiss. 

 “Thank you.” You whispered on his lips.

 “It’s my pleasure… really.” His hands delicately grasping your hips. 

 “Hair and makeup are coming at 2, and I booked you in to get your nails done tomorrow at 4. Keep it simple yeah?”

 “You’re doing too much Christopher.”

 “Nonsense nothing is ever too much for my girl.” Closing the space between your lips once more.

You finally got to look at yourself all done up in the mirror. Your hair in a bouncy blowout falling on your shoulders, your makeup done in a way where you looked flawless, yet your natural features stood out. 

 You were kind of shocked Chris chose such a neutral tone for your nails seeing as he usually loved your standard red shade, but you assumed it was a fashion choice to match the dress better. 

 “Hey, baby the car’s out front are you read-”

 “Jesus.” It was his second time seeing you in the dress, but he was equally blown away as the first time. He stood there just admiring you for a moment, beaming like an idiot as he let out the breath, he didn’t realize he was holding in. 

 You looked beautiful everyday of course. But knowing that today was the day and that he was staring at the woman he was going to make his wife heightened his appreciation of you. 

 You and Chris met while he was buying flowers for Lisa at your store in midtown Boston. He spent 2 hours pretending to find “the perfect bouquet” just so he could watch and listen to you talk about flowers endlessly. He was enamored by you. The fact you had your own thriving business, the way your hair at the top of your head tied up with random ribbon, how knowledgeable you were about different types of flowers and all the possible color and breed combinations. 

 He knew one day he was gonna make you his… for good.

 After the wild carpet walk in which cameras flashed everywhere and reports kept asking you about your custom gown, complimenting the stunning and relevant choice for a florist. Chris led you into the grand hall.

 “You ok honey?” His hand pulling you closer by your waist.

 “Yeah, I just don’t think I’ve ever gotten that much attention on the carpet, Jesus.” You puffed out a breath, running your hairs through your hair.

 “Told ya you weren’t mean to blend in.” He winked at you.

 “Come on we are sitting over here.”

 The night went on as you drank and ate, mingling with people at your table and clapping when winners and nominees were announced. 

 It was coming up to “Best Actor in A Short Film” Chris instantly got nervous, his hand instinctively going to your thigh. 

 While he didn’t know if he was going to win, he knew he was going homme with his most prized possession tonight you. The ring box secured in his jacket pocket. He was planning to take you on a walk down at the pier after and propose to you there.  

 He had been working with Mark on this short film for ages. It was his second time directing and acting and he was incredibly proud of the result. The Oscar’s nomination in itself was a massive acknowledgement of his hard work. 

 The camera panned over the Chris who gave a small wave as Jimmy Kimmel announced the nominees one by one.

 “And the Oscar for Best Actor in A Short Film goes to…” Slowly opening the envelope. 

 You leaned over to Chris whispering to him,

 “It’s going to be you.”

 “No, it’s not.” He brushed over your comment.

 “CHRIS EVANS.” Announced Jimmy

 The crowd roared and stood in applause as Chris was announced. 

 He immediately embraced you in a hug.

 “Congrats baby!” You cheered.

 “Come with me.” He whispered to you.

 “Chris, I cant!”

 “Yes you can come on.” 

 Chris lead you by your hand through the crowd reciprocating high fives and cheers as went.  He stood in his tuxedo on the stage, accepting his golden statue. You to the side, a little nervous but beaming with pride and excitement. 

 Thank you, Thank you so much for this. Ya know this project was a vision I had with Mark Kassen and none of it would have been possible without the incredible cast and crew who had helped us not only make this vision come to life, but better than we thought it could be. 

 There are so many people I have to thank for this award but honestly, I wouldn’t been up here or even be performing to the level I did, without the encouragement and support of my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N.

 The camera panned on you as you blew a kiss with your hand.

 And you know, I wasn’t planning on doing this now, but I want everyone here tonight and the folks watching on TV; Hi mom, Hi dad, Hi Y/N’s parents! To know, while this award is amazing, I still would have gone home happy tonight without it, because tonight, I am going to ask a very special girl to marry me.

 A gasp fell over the crowd. 

 Hang on, hang on I need to do this properly, Jimmy you mind holding this? Thanks bro.

 He got on one knee, up on stage, in front of thousands of people, but his eyes were firmly on you. 

 “Y/N, you have made me a better man and I have been hopelessly in love with you since the day I met you. Will you do me the honor of being your husband.” 

He pulled the box out from his pocket presenting the glistening diamond ring.

“Omg.” Your hand flew to your agape mouth. 

“Say yes!” The crowd heckled. 

 “Yes, a thousand times, yes.” He stood up, pulling you into a kiss, his grip raising you above ground as he pulled you into his arms. 

 “Well folks looks like tonight just got even better. Congratulations to the happy couple!” 

 Jimmy spoke to the mic. As cheers grew at what was sure to be one of the most iconic Oscar moments. 

Per the drama as I grieve the man I thought he was and wake the fuck up to reality… fic writing is postponed for a week or so.

I am tired girlies! And I cant write genuinely when I have the ick about a grown ass man hanging around Miss Teen Portugal and her fatphobic, racist overall musty looking sidekicks.

My thoughts? He needs to get it the fuck together hope momma Lisa slaps him across his smug ass looking face so he wakes the fuck up. At this stage, his chances with me have dropped to 58% and pending - I’m too hot and smart. 💅🏼

Xo

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Chris I'm Sick

(I'm sick and Chris helps me feel better)

All fluf but 18+ just incase just talking about being sick and the Chris of your choice helps you feel better Comments & reblogs welcome no reposting no republishing or translationing

"Honey come on it's noon you gotta wake up"

I groan not the good type of groaning as Chris is nudging me.

"I dont wanna."

"Come on up and at 'em."

I'm too miserable to make any old man or dad jokes pull the covers completely over my head and say

"Unless your a Hemsworth go away."

"Guess you're real-"

Is all I heard before I turn and hit something.

And hear a stifling laughter

"Did I just fall on the floor?"

"Yea honey are you ok?" I feel a hand on my back.

"Come here," he scoops me up well I don't know if scoops is right but he's completely holding me on the floor and he kisses my hair and then smooths it despite my horrible bed head.

"Aww sweetie you ok, you did fall face first."

"Everything hurts."

"How about I make you breakfa-"

"No! If I see a green egg I'll puke!"

"I was going to say anything you want and and according to my lips it doesn't seem like you have a fever I'll get you some Tylenol just in case and a hot chocolate. Ok?"

"K"

"You want a bath it may help. Probably got that virus thats going around. "

"No I'll have to move and I don't wanna."

"You dont wanna hu?'

"No."

"God our children are going to be a handful."

"Is that your way of saying you want to have kids with me? I'm lying on the floor after rolling off the bed with pain and being cold and miserable and you say-ok you've seen my worst I'll take it but I truly don't wanna move. Please don't make me."

"A bath will help. I'll come in too you wont be alone."

"Chris seriously I'm sick and you're still trying to get me naked. "

He lets out an exasperated breath.

"So I can wash your hair. All you have to do is just lay there. Promise."

He kisses the side of my head.

"Fine."

It felt like it took an hour to get to the bathroom that was 20 steps away but I hate to admit it but Chris was right. It was helping. Ever more so he was my back rest and actually did wash my hair.

As I was rinsing my body off he made breakfast but told me to not get out without him being there I really don't want to move since the relaxing moment left as soon as he did. So he helped me out of the bath and dried me off he he helped me into a clean night gown and panties since I was feeling lightheaded and neither of us wanted a repeat of the falling incident.

True to his word no green eggs.

I ate only a little and he had to goad me into more.

Then he layed next to me saying "its ok shhhhh." And "Just rest." And "shhh"very soothingly. He kept doing that and slowly running his hand through my hair. Then I just remember his hand in my hair and him saying "shhhh" I fell asleep thinking: God I love this man.

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Would you write a smut about Chris and virgin reader? She was waiting for the one

Hi! I got a request for this already and posted it! You can find it here. Hope you enjoy 💕😘☘️ 

Hey what happened!? Did someone shame you!

No… well they tried. I’m just having fun with it cause…

Chris x reader being really tight friends.

Like they hold hands, hug, forehead/cheek kisses.

They go to an award show, reader is friendly flirting with a Co star of Chris.

He sees it while giving an interview.

When he finishes he comes up from behind, hugs reader close to him and kisses readers cheek. He's slightly jealous...

Media goes wild...

Both phones blow up. Speculations about secret relationship...

Something like that. Thanks 😘

Because I Want You

WARNINGS: Swearing, big mad Chrissy, little angst, jealous Chris

DISCLAIMER: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life. 

“How you feeling?” Chris placed his hand on your knee in the limo, rubbing small circles with his thumb over the expensive fabric, desperate to feel your skin. 

“I might die from excitement! Did I say thank you? because this is a dream come true.” 

“You’ve only said thank you 500 times… but once again you’re welcome and for the final time I wanted you to come because there was no way I was doing this alone.” 

“I know I’m just super excited to rub shoulders with celebrities.” You bit your lip, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“You know I’m considered a celebrity, right?” 

“Yeah, but a REAL celebrity not my guy best friend who despite being a movie star is still in my mind the 12-year-old boy who pinned my down and threatened to lick me unless I gave him the last cookie.”

 “Classic move. Worked every single time.” Chris sat smugly.

“You’re disgusting” you glared at him.

“Yet you love me.” He moved a hair out of your face and kissed you on the cheek. 

“Do I look good?” You gestured at your dress,

“For the 20th time you look fucking amazing” Chris’s eyes scanned your body like he had done many times this evening, but this time felt like he could openly admire how you looked in the dress. Your boobs and curves filled it out in a way not many women could master, you looked sexy and classy. 

 “Ok good I just wanted to hear you say it again, also because Henry Cavill is going to be there and omg that man is just… swoon” You smiled, jokingly fanned your face. 

Chris’s hand gripped your knee a little tighter. “Yeah. he will be…” His voice got a little quieter as he looked out of the window, slightly taken aback by the comment about his co-star. 

Noticing the car coming to a stop, he prepared himself to step out.

“It’s showtime baby, now remember I’ll be right next to you the whole time but when I have to do an interview go stand near my assistant, so I know where you are, ok?” 

“Yeah, yeah I get it come on!” You pushed him out of the car, his eyes rolling at your eagerness as he moved around to your door and opened it up for you. 

Holding out his hand to help you out of your seat. You were immediately met to the sounds of screams and flashing lights. 

Your hand still firmly on Chris’s as he eased you towards the carpet, he dropped it monetarily to wrap it around your waist, putting you in a secure position close to him.

You posed in front of the sea of photographers, increasingly more aware that you’re getting 1000 photos taken of you at once, you go tight in Chris’s grip.  

Noticing the instant tension of your body at the scene in front of you, he moved his mouth down, kissing your temple “relax, they’ll love you.” He whispered against your head. 

You gave him a small smile moving towards his ear “I’m shitting myself.” You whispered in his ear, his head immediately fell back in a roar of laughter “don’t worry me too babe” he said, smirking at you. 

“Chris, we need you for an interview can you come over here please.” 

“I’ll be 5 minutes.” He squeezed your waist in reassurance, kissing your cheek quickly as he moved to the handheld mic, and you sulked to the side-lines.

Taking the moment to catch your breath and take in the scene of chaos around you, a hand pressed gently on your shoulder blade. 

“Apologies, I just had to talk to the rumoured woman of the hour.” A suave British accent startled you out of your haze. 

Your eyes widened at the gorgeous man who had appeared behind you, his tall, muscular figure, looking down on you was contrasted by his soft eyes and charming smile. 

“Don’t apologise… woman of the hour?”

“Seems everyone’s talking about that dress…” He gestured to your navy-blue number. 

“Well, I was worried about whether it would be ok for this kind of thing, I’m not really used to it.” 

“I think it’s more than ok; I’d say it’s brilliant, especially on you.” His piercing gaze never left yours as his tongue peaked out to wet his lower lip, admiring the sight of you. 

Your eyes were firmly fixed on Henry’s, lost in the intense eye contact so you didn’t notice the fidgety Chris, stuttering to answer questions as he neck stretched out, trying to reach your eyes. His jaw tightened at the sight of you and Henry, jealously burned in his stomach as he watched his co-star undress you with his eyes. 

Trying not to show his annoyance but it was clear his mind was half in the interview, giving vague answers of “oh yeah” “it’s great, it’s brilliant, ya know…” eyes skating towards you constantly as he shoved his fidgeting hands in his pockets, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet.

“Where are my manners, I’m Henry.” He held out a hand, you placed yours in his, where the size difference between the two become obvious. He sandwiched your hand softly between both of his, shaking slightly but never letting go. 

“Oh, I know. Y/N, I’m a friend of Chris’s.”

“Friend, you say? Oh well that’s good news, I thought maybe you two were...” 

“Chris and me? Oh no we are just-“ you were interrupted as strong hands wrapped around your waist pulling you towards his chest, hoping you’d ease into his grip. His mouth going to the skin between your jaw and your shoulder, placing a soft, wet kiss. 

“Hey baby, I see you’ve met Henry.” 

“Ahh Chris, hi! Yeah, she’s great we were just talking about you.” Henry got visibly nervous and confused seeing the sudden affection between the two of you. 

Blush rose to your cheeks in embarrassment. 

“Oh really! Awesome well seems Y/N here forgot about this thing we have to go do…”

“I… what…” you looked back at Chris, confusion all over your face.

“Yeah, the thing inside, come on. But hey! we’ll see you after, man. Alright?” Chris was smiling and charismatic but the look in his eyes was a clear, stern stare of “she’s mine, back off.”

The men shared a silent conversation with their eyes, marking a clear understanding that you couldn’t quite decipher. 

“Yeah, of course, lovely to meet you again, Y/N hope you enjoy the night.” His hand rubbed the back of neck, unsure of whether he should kiss you goodbye but not wanting to further anger the territorial bear that was Chris right now. 

Chris pulled you by your arm inside and towards a secluded hallway away from wandering eyes and all the noise. 

“What the fuck was that about? Chris you just ruined my chances with Henry Cavill!” 

“Good! What the fuck was that? I’m giving an interview and can’t give you attention for 5 minutes, so you go off and find someone else? Sorry I didn’t know Henry fucking Cavill was your best friend for 25 years and that he took you to a major award show as his date!” 

“We were talking Chris! It’s not like I was playing tonsil tennis on the carpet - what has gotten into you? You don’t own me! I can flirt with whoever I want! Why do you always have to ruin every chance I get with a guy because you’re so miserable being single you can’t stand to see someone else happy!” 

“Because I want to be with you!” 

You paused in shock at his sudden confession. 

“I’ve been in love with you since middle school for fucksakes and you never noticed. I saw you and Henry and fuck it yeah, I got jealous, I couldn’t stand. I’m sorry I ruined it for you, I just-“ 

You cut him off by planting a strong kiss on his lips. He instantly relaxed, hands falling to your waist as you ran your hands through his hair, deepening the kiss. 

You pulled out looking up at him “I don’t want Henry Cavill.”

“You were trying to make me jealous?” He looked at you quizzically. 

You nodded slowly. “It worked though, didn’t it?” 

He shook his head and tutted “You are something else you know that?” Before grabbing your face and planting another kiss on you.

What you thought was a private intimate moment turned out to be filmed by some intern peaking around the corner. Turns out you too loud mouths weren’t as quiet when you were fighting as you thought. 

 Chris Evans and Y/N… FINALLY confirmed

 Best Friends to Lovers Trope but in Real Life Hollywood: Chris Evans & Y/N L/N

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24 Photos of Chris Evans & Y/N L/N that told us they were never just “best friends”

25 Tweets that perfectly described how we felt about the Chris Evans & Y/N L/N “Nicholas Sparks” Moment 

“Because I want to be with you!” Chris Evans pours his heart out to long time best friend

Chris Evans & Y/N L/N confirm relationship through Reps

“I’m glad they got that moment on camera; we’ll show it at the wedding.” Chris Evans shows no angst towards secret filmer of intimate moment between him and Y/N L/N. 

Most Wanted Woman in Hollywood: 10 facts about the woman who had Henry Cavill and Chris Evans fighting over her! 

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Bikini Bottom

pairing: Frat!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Frat!Chris falls lovesick and clings onto his girl for dear life, it doesn’t help when she’s parading around in a bikini. Overall, Y/n and Chris are the ultimate campus couple 💌 (lovesick puppy chris)

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Y/n posed in the mirror, rightly checking herself out in her newest bought black bikini, the underwear seamed with fine jewels. Hearing her friend’s bedroom door open she saw one of the head brothers of the frat, her boyfriend. Dressed in navy blue swim shorts, the brunette strolled over whistling out in awe, Chris' hands landing onto her sweet behind.

“Why don’t we just slip these off for a min?” He whispered placing his head onto her shoulder, making direct eye contact through the mirror. His fingers naughtily playing with the strings holding up her bikini bottom; giggling she pulled his hands off and turned to face him.

This was one of her first college parties of her sophomore year, it was her best friend’s Lucy’s pool party, and of course a certain frat was invited.

“How’d ya know I was in here pretty boy?” She smiled combing back his hair underneath his backwards cap, his hands now climbing up her waist and settling on her ribcage.

“Little birdy called Lucy told me, how long were you gonna hide all this from me then?” Chris growled grabbing a handful of ass once again, smiling contently as Y/n leant up and kissed his lips gently. Her hands cupped his face while he fondled her softly, his hands going up to her breasts and copping a few feels.

Despite him being a senior, Chris couldn’t help but feel enamoured by the girl in his arms, and it all started because he knocked on the wrong dorm door; the rest was history. Even though frats have this reputation, Chris definitely put his to rest, the poor guy was seen following her around campus like a lost puppy. Holding her books for her, walking her to her lectures, spending his weekends in her bed, taking her home for thanksgiving and even proclaiming their relationship on his social media.

“God how are you all mine? Is life even real right now?” He moaned against her lips, pecking her twice more, their lips moulding perfectly together. Her hands playing with the St.Christopher medallion around his neck, as she pecked his cheek once before turning back around to face the mirror, placing his arms around his waist.

Now Y/n was definitely the more keep to herself kind of girl, her social media was private yet it adorned over 1k followers, courtesy of being Chris' girlfriend. Her only post was one of her dog from years ago, so Chris was pretty shocked when she reached for her phone and told him to pose with her.

She turned halfway, her ass to the camera with his hands gripping onto it for dear life, both of their lips connected in a passionate kiss for all to see, his other hand held onto her waist whilst she held onto his bulging bicep.

“Well that was a lovely surprise” Chris laughed wiping the side of his lips, his shock deepening when he saw her caption it with,

“I’m a handful, but only his handful 🍑” Before pressing post.

“Now what have I done to deserve a place on your VIP post”

“I think it’s time people know for real that you’re taken, and that i’m taken too. I’m serious about you ya know?” Y/n said throwing her phone onto a table, her eyes landing on Chris’ chest on the multitude of tattoos covering it, her heart pounding waiting for what he had to say.

“I’ve said it a hundred times, and i’ll say it again. This is for life baby, I already know it yeah? Doesn’t matter that I graduate this year, because you know damn well i’ll still be up your fine ass every second I get-“

“Chriss stop ittt” She whined embarrassed, his arms caging around her waist so her head laid on his chest, his lips peppering kisses onto the top of her head,

“Come on, we’re missin the pool party and I still wanna see you all wet and-“

“I swear Chris say another word and you’ll be sleeping on my doormat instead of my bed, that you love oh so much” Y/n said playfully turning around as they walked back out the room, Chris' lips forming into a big pout, “You’d really do your future husband like that huh?”

Now when I say they stuck together, they meant it. Whether it be them clinging onto each other in the pool, or her making sure he had enough sunscreen on him and food in him. The campus couple everyone strived to be like, but no one could; no one could love like they do.

“You comin back to mine tonight baby?” Y/n asked rubbing her hand softly over Chris’ stomach, looking up at him from her place on his chest, the sun-bed somehow fitting them both. The alcohol slowly taking its effect in Y/n as she felt more drowsy, although Chris made it a rule for himself not to drink when at parties with his girl, he had to make sure she was safe. Her safety always comes first.

Chris knew that once they got back to her place there’d be an array of activities going on, from cuddles all the way to full on make-outs, whatever it takes to get his precious princess to sleep. Heck sometimes he’d even have to scratch her back to sleep, or she’d request for him to be inside her as she slept (Chris' favourite method)

“Of course I am, is that even a question? I can’t skip out on my newfound skincare routine, and I still need to feed your fish because I swear you don’t feed the little guy enough”

Y/n smiled up as the man beneath her babbled on and on, Chris had ultimately become a major part of her life, hell her parents loved him more than they loved her at this point. Sure at first she was wary with his social position in the frat, but on the inside he’s a big cuddly bear that needs a lot of lovin. Lovin that she’s extremely willing to give.

Chris fell first, and he fell even damn harder.

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You’re Mine

Summary: Your FWB Chris Evans likes you more than you think.

Word Count: 2957 Pairing: Chris Evans X plussize!reader / curvy!reader

a/n: First time publishing my work! There’s more if you want it. I saw a gap in the market and wanted to fill it (no pun intended).

Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional are no representation or comment of said characters in real life. 

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, sub! kinda, daddy kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, biting, praise kink, rough sex, orgasm, cum play, P in V, horny af!ChrisEvans, dom!Chris, squirting, Boston accent, cellulite, stretch marks

You lay in bed with your FWB of 3 months now, Chris Evans. For some reason now the whole experience was absolutely mortifying to you. You had a normal 9-5 and never thought moving to LA for an amazing work opportunity would lead you to become the anonymous girl who fucks a celebrity on the side. The whole thing was made worse by the fact you started to catch feelings. Your deluded-self lead you to believe you were the girl he was going to somehow ditch the playboy lifestyle for. But you reason that he didn’t exactly help the situation. For his cocky charming on-camera demeanour, Chris was rather reserved, he’d blush when you’d look at him for a little too long, he’d never rush off after one of your racy nights spent in either hotel rooms or his house, he brought you coffee more than once and knew your order by heart. He had depth, seemed genuinely interested when you went on and on about; your work and its inner complexities, your minor conflicts or misadventures in your day, the books you were reading or the artists you adored, your philosophy on life and your insistence that Rick and Morty is the most genius show ever.

But maybe he was just very clever about the way he operated.

Although you noticed how comfortable it got when your toothbrush lived at his sink, your favourite tea was stocked in the cupboard, tampons in the bathroom drawer, the keypad to his house became muscle memory and Dodger would wag his tail and race around your feet whenever you walked in.

And Chris noticed it to, a pair of your underwear in his laundry, a strand of hair on his sweater, the intoxicating scent of your perfume on his pillow. He’d chuckle to himself at the recent memory of you, inhaling the pillow with force.

At first, it was comical, this dirty secret you kept from everyone, family, best friends, roommates. You’d walk out of a club from a late night, a smug smirk on your face, after getting that routine call from Chris at 3am, growling on the phone for you to get your ass to his. You’d wish everyone a brief farewell and book an uber to his house.

The security who manned the fort into the gated community knew you by name now. Giving a terse smile as they held in a major Hollywood secret. You always thought about if whether there were other girls who’d come on other nights? What did they look like? Did security remember their names as well? They probably had a log titled “CHRIS EVANS FUCKBUDDIES” with all our names and numbers, maybe even a numbering as well, if one girl got too cocky and showed up unannounced so they knew “who to send away” or “Who to not let in if one was already in” you thought to yourself one night as you said hello through the rolled down backseat window.

Of course, this was all a theory in your head, to keep you grounded to the reality of the situation, you weren’t special, and he was using you just as much as you him for some good fun and a cool story to tell the grandkids. You kept it straight during the periods you weren’t together; you’d only ever come when he asked, he always texted or called first. Yet, he made it difficult with the sporadic Dodger video or a selfie of him on set. You rationalised he would do a mass message and they weren’t personal.

The anxiety built up as you played ping pong in your head with the idea of him. You grew tense under his touch, he forearms draped over your waist, supporting his weight with his other arm as he hovered to his side, slightly shadowing over you. He was tracing the outline of your lace bra, generously stretched by the sheer mass of your FF breasts, they were real but didn’t sit up perfectly without support like the fake ones do. They sagged lightly down your chest with a gap separating them down the middle, you hated how you had to push them together with endless supports to get them to be friends and show the truth effect of their mass.

His hands then trailed down to your stomach, using your protruding stretch marks as a road for his fingers. He dipped into the crevices of your rolls smoothing along your skin down the path to where your belly curved outwards like a protruding pregnant lady hanging just so lightly over your public bone so you could still see the tips of toes looking down. His hand gliding along your thigh, finger pads landing softly in the dimples of your cellulite.

You didn’t hate your body by any means taking any chance to show off your luscious curves in tight clothes. But you were often taken aback by Chris’s interest in it. Of course, you stalked him, read the gossip sites, knew his type, the ones you could crush in an instant if you put your weight on them. They all worked in the industry, talented singers, models, or actresses. You didn’t understand the months away on set or crazy schedules. You weren’t that but he wanted it anyways.

“What’s up sugar?” He said in his thick Boston accent, hoping to get a smile out of you. You never had a good poker face and the scowl on your face thinking of his exes was probably obvious. But what right did you have to get jealous or ask? With your budding feelings you didn’t see it a good idea to get into deep and end up heartbroken by an A-Lister. You patted the sheets next to you, looking lazily to your empty side, sighing in response “Oh nothing… was just thinking how many other girls get to sleep in this bed?” you trailed off, avoiding eye contact.

Chris looked shocked and when you looked up to his eyes you could see a little hurt behind them as his mouth curved into a hesitant smile,

C: “None actually.”

Y/N: “Oh really?” you feigned in a shocked manner.

C: “Yes, really… you’re the only one and frankly, I’m happy with that.” He responded in a matter-of-fact tone.

Y/N: “I don’t believe it.”

C: “What’s not to believe?”

Y/N: “Why don’t we take a look at your exes for one.”

C: “Haha fine… they were nothing like you I can tell you that much.”

Y/N: “But that’s the point, Chris, they are nothing like me, they look nothing like me!” The insecurity in your voice pinged. C: “Yes correct, and that’s why they’re my exes, the public ones at least”.

It set in, that this was a classic case of good enough to fuck but not skinny enough to show off publicly you heart broke a little at the thought. You didn’t feel like a good secret anymore.

C: “Every single one lacked what you have that’s why I’m in bed with you and not them and I can even tell you why.”

He took your phone, googling “Complete Chris Evans relationship history”

“God, I feel like such a douche typing that.” he chuckled handing you the phone.

He perched himself on the chair beside the bed, his bare chest on display, the tattoos on his pecks barely peeking out behind his crossed form arms, veins protruding down the length. His hairy legs cross over as he leans back, a smirk planted on his face.

You scrolled to number one,

Y/N: “Ok here, Jessica Alba, 6 years!! What happened there?”

C: “I was young, stupid, didn’t want to settle, she’s married now, I’m with you, case closed.”

Satisfied with that answer you moved onto the next one…

Y/N: “Minka Kelly, 6 years, broke up once.”

He scoffed at the mention,

C: “If it didn’t work the first time, it’s not gonna work the second time then it’s definitely not going to work a third time.”

You went on.

Y/N: “Christina Ricci?”

C: “One-night stand, shit happens, wouldn’t do that again too old.” He chuckled.

Y/N: “Jenny?”

C: “Mid-life crisis, next.”

You were becoming less sure about your womaniser theory as the realisation of Chris’ actions set in. Maybe you weren’t another girl? Maybe all this pushing away and distance done to protect your heart wasn’t the best way to go about finding out if someone likes you or not.

Y/N: “Hmmm ok but what about Alba?”

This one was the closest in dates to you and she was exactly your opposite.

With his elbow now resting on his knee and his hand to his mouth, he quickly made a flinging motion, “small fling didn’t trust her.”

“Ok well...” You didn’t get to finish before Chris rolled his eyes, ripping the phone out of your hand in a swift motion, tossing it across the bed.

He crawled towards you on the bed, pinning you to the mattress, trapping you in between his arms as his palms pressed into the bed, nuzzling his prickly, 2-day old shave against your neck.

Your gasp at the sudden action was quickly followed by a light giggle at the tickling sensation on your sensitive spot.

“All you gotta know is that right now and hopefully for a long time to come you’re the only girl I want in my bed.” He purred in your ear.

“Why’s that Evans?” You egged, needing all the reassurance you could get right now.

“Oh, you want to go fishing now do you? Alright fine let’s go fishing!” he challenged in a tone much louder than his soft whisper before you, you squealed as he grabbed your hands pinning them above your head. As he pecked your sensitive neck with wet kisses.

With every soft kiss on your neck, he’d follow with:

“You’re funny”

kiss

“You’re witty”

kiss

“So incredibly clever” he trailed

Kiss, kiss, kiss

“Fucking sexy”

A long suckle of your neck

“And these, omg god these fucking tits will be the death of me”

He moaned as he buried his head into the valley your breasts.

He trailed his kisses back up to your neck towards your mouth but stopping short pulling back to take in the sight of you. Your lips slightly agape, hair lying in a mess on the pillow, your pale chest flushed with redness from the sudden assault.

“And that smile, every time I catch it, I think I fall a little more in love with you.” Your heart skipped at the sudden confession.

His eyes fell darker as he looked down at your plump lips, placing a soft kiss that made your breath catch in your throat.

You quickly regained yourself as he pulled away, letting the silence of the moment sit between you two first, “I don’t think you’re too bad either Christopher.” you smirked.

He delved the kiss deeper, as his tongue tried to travel down your throat, savouring the taste of you.

He roughly grabbed your waist, trying to pull every inch of you closer to him. His knee went between your legs, spreading your thighs with his force. His hand snaked towards your core as he beckoned his fingers around your panties. You raised your ass to assist as he raced to slide your panties off your thick legs and gorgeous calves. He kissed from your big toe all the way to your inner thigh, taking his time as he sucked, nibbled, and licked at your fleshy skin, leaving red marks fading in your porcelain skin. You moaned at the heat from his mouth giving you goosebumps on your skin. His placed his long tongue flat onto your seeping heat. Clasping his mouth onto your thick lip, suckling on the thick flesh, savouring in your musty cunt.

He cooed between your thick thighs,

“This is my pussy and my pussy only baby.”

“Give daddy all your juices baby.”

You withered under his tough, trying to squirm under his forceful grasp at your thighs, forearms wrapping around your delicious thick ass barely managing to make his fingertips reach your inner thigh due to their mass.

He continued his assault on your sensitive core, but you yearned for his thick member, to feel his heartbeat through his cock pulsate inside of you. Never have you so badly wanted to feel the gush of creamy cum fill up your hole.

“Daddy… please... I need it.” you moaned, pulling at the root of his fluffy hair, stirring a muffled moan from him.

“Hmm what was that baby… you want your cock?”

Your. Cock.

He was all yours, he wanted you just as badly, knowing he had finally worked up the balls to go for the girl he’d always needed and wanted.

He had been such a coward before, he feared the stability that came from settling, unable to fathom that at his age he found his perfect woman – too good to be true but he couldn’t bare to push her away.

He stressed whenever she didn’t reply, anxiety that he fucked it and you’d want nothing to do with him.

He thought you were too good for this lifestyle, you deserved privacy and protection, a normal life, but God knows it’s a crime to deny anyone else from seeing someone that beautiful.

And now he’d have to share her with world, worry that they won’t see what he does and will tear you down to a shadow of yourself, or you have every man and his wife thirsting over her, guys younger than him, who don’t have grey specks in their beard and newspapers calling him the “Eternal Playboy”.

He hated that title, fuck does he worry that you would brush him aside feeling like he’d treat you any less than you’d deserve.

He was never going to let you for a second doubt that he wasn’t grateful to have you.

He grabbed his thick member in his hand, rubbing over the tip, not like he needed more lube your cunt was literally pouring, and he hadn’t even made you cum yet.

Rubbing his swollen tip against your wet entrance, he loved watching your squirm and squeal under his touch.

“Open your eyes baby, I want you to see me stretch out that tight, fat pussy.”

You popped your head up meeting eye to eye with Chris, his mouth on yours. He motioned his eyes between you two, his cock slowly moves between your folds.

The force of his head breaking against your walls. You’d fucked many times before, but you were still getting use to his sheer size. But when he bottomed up on your cervix it’s like his cock was made for you - filling every each, on your hole.

He spent a moment just stagnant inside of you, wanting to savour the heat of your cunt, the feeling of you beneath him, just his.

“Please Chris… daddy… fuck me I need it.”

“Yeah baby… does that kitty want daddy?” Without warning he started his vigorous thrusts.

The aggressive thrust caused you to move up and down the silk sheets, your moans getting jaggered. You managed to choke out a daddy here and then, but Chris was doing all the talking:

"Yeah, you like that cock baby? That’s your cock, all yours baby.” As he continued hitting your cervix.

His hand reached down, determined to make you cum, as his thumb whirled around your swollen clit.

He bowed his head, his mouth open, popping a nipple into his mouth as he bit the nib ever so slightly to cause a sudden jerk reaction. He sucked on your nipple and swirled his tongue around your big areolas. Loving the surface, he could cover with his tongue.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten as the heat rose from your canal. Chris felt your walls tighten around him knowing you were close.

"You gonna squirt for me baby? Come on... come on your cock baby, only you can cum on daddy’s cock... God you’re so good for me baby. “

With the final verbal encouragement, Chris gave you all the praise you needed to release on his cock, knowing after this you will have to change the sheets. You soak through them pushing Chris out with the gust of liquid flowing out of you.

“God baby… we are gonna have to get you a squirt blanket.” He chuckled shoving his cock back in… he wasn’t done with you yet.

His thrusts became sloppy and less catered to you. His grip had tightened on your hips, snaking both his hands to grab the heavenly plump bounds that was your ass as his nails dug into the flesh. His eyes were shut and his face scrunched up, pink lips parted as he focuses on his orgasm. Enjoying the feeling your pussy gives you.

“Oh fuck!” he twitched inside of you. “Are you close daddy? hmm? ready to fill me up with my cock?” You egged on his impending orgasm impatient to feel him inside of you, he twitched more as you continued. “That’s its daddy… cum for me.” Chris twitched for the last time and exploded inside you, his seed filling your hole, you wanted to always have him in you. You loved this feeling. He collapsed on you relaxing his weight onto your curvy body. Enjoying the built-in pillows, he has now all to himself. Once you knew he was done you tried to move away from his tight grip. 

He muffled into your boobs “Don’t move… I want my kids in you.” You blushed at the thought.

 “I love you so fucking much.” he leaned up and kissed you.

“I love you too.” Finally letting you move.

Andy barber has a shy busty girlfriend, reader and one day, reader felt horny and visits Andy's office so he could fuck her.andy was busy with work, so reader decided to boob job and blow job him

Knock Knock

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, boob job, blow job, cum, office sex

“Yeah.” He sounded dry and uninterested and you were sure your presence would change that.

Turning the knob, you slid into his office, standing in front of him in your tight navy “office” dress and black pumps. But he didn’t even look up at you until the silence lingered more than it should of and when he saw you his face fell into his hands with a sigh.

You put your hands on your hips, scoffing at his reaction.

Pressing his palms down on the oak table, he rolled out his chair and came around to you.

“Hey baby” his hands reached towards your waist, pulling you into him as he sat on the edge of the desk “it’s not a good time.”

“What do you mean it’s not a good time… look at me!” Your hands pulled away from his strong chest to gesture to your boobs.

He chuckled a little, eyes lingering on prominent cleavage “You look lovely, but I have a 500 page document of evidence I have to get through therefore it’s not a good time.”

You pouted at him running your hands along the lapels of his suit jacket. Biting your lip at the sight of him in a suit, slowly you fell to your knees

“Honey no come on get up.” You ignored his warnings as you slowly fiddled with his belt, he did nothing to stop you but looked at you with want behind his eyes.

“Don’t do this to me baby..” he groaned at you.

“You’re stressed I just wanna help.” You spoke as you undid his zipper, pulling his pants down to his ankles along with his briefs.

He signed, rubbing the wrinkles on his forehead “Go lock the door.”

You grabbed his cock in your hand feeling the weight in your hand, watching it grow thick and hard as you trailed the veins, kitty licking the tip, as you stick your tongue in the indent of his Vick desperate yo taste his salty pre cum

Laying out your tongue you took him into your mouth, letting it slide down your throat as you wrapped your lips firmly around his cock, moving around your hands to your back you slowly unzipped your top pulling down the sleeves and letting your tits fall with a sudden drop from the constraints of the fabric, never letting his cock fall from its place in your mouth.

Andy let’s out a breathy “Jesus Christ” at the sight in front of him, pulling him out of your mouth slowly with a pop so his cock slaps against your chin and bounces with its sheer mass, glistening with your saliva. Spitting on his length you wrapped as much as you could in your hand, rubbing it up and down letting a thick layer of wet marinate on his cock.

You raise your bare chest upwards, catching his cock between your large breasts, pushing them together with your hands, you sandwiched it in tightly.

Rocking back and forth on your knees you let his cock slide up and down your chest. You stuck out your tongue, letting the head graze the tip of your tongue with every thrust.

His hands threaded through your hair, pushing your chin further to your chest and supporting himself in your cleavage as he thrusted up and down, enjoying the sensation of sloppy skin against his cock. The way your tits heave up and down against his cock, you both working in unison to work towards his edge.

Getting insatiable and craving the feeling of his release, he took control slapping your hands away from your breast, taking over with his hands cupping your breasts. Roughly grabbing them in his calloused hands causing you to moan at the feeling of his touch finally on you. You leaned your head back, letting him take over as he used the crevice of your tits to chase his high.

His tip hitting your neck and thumbs grazing your nipples. The curve of his cock thrusting perfectly against the shape of your tits.

“I’m so close baby you feel so good wrapped around me.” You were panting at this point loving the way he used you for his pleasure, letting out his stresses on your body.

“Cum on my tits honey.” You purred at him. As he grasped his hand around his cock, pumping his release onto your now glistening chest.

He lurched forward, grasping your face in his hands desperate to taste you. His way of saying thank you. Gently easing you up onto your feet, still covered in his cum. He grabbed a few tissues from behind him, cleaning you up softly. “That was so good baby, God I needed that.” You chuckled softly at his praise, turning around and moving your hair away for him to zip you up. His pointer grazing the skin of your back and sealing the final zip with a soft kiss on your bare neck and turning you around to meet his face again.

Cupping your cheek and giving you a sloppy, deep kiss.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna work after this fuck.”

“Then don’t?” You toyed with his tie, tightening it back up to his top button.

He leaned backwards, pressing the intercom button.

“Hey Leanne, yeah I’m not feeling the best I’m going home cancel all my meetings.” You bit your lip, smirking at him as his hand rubbed the soft skin between your dress hem and knee.

“Let’s get out of here shall we?”

“Maybe I should come over more often.” You pondered out loud.

“No because then I’d get fired.” He grabbed his jacket off his chair slapping your ass out of the door.